1    I warrant it is to knight you, captain.

2    God's will and his pleasure, captain, I beseech you
3    now, come apace to the king: there is more good
4    toward you peradventure than is in your knowledge to dream of.

5    Sir, know you this glove?

6    Know the glove! I know the glove is glove.

7    I know this; and thus I challenge it.

8    'Sblood! an arrant traitor as any is in the
9    universal world, or in France, or in England!

10   How now, sir! you villain!

11   Do you think I'll be forsworn?

12   Stand away, Captain Gower; I will give treason his
13   payment into ploughs, I warrant you.

14   I am no traitor.

15   That's a lie in thy throat. I charge you in his
16   majesty's name, apprehend him: he's a friend of the
17   Duke Alencon's.

18   How now, how now! what's the matter?

19   My Lord of Warwick, here is--praised be God for it!
20   --a most contagious treason come to light, look
21   you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Here is
22   his majesty.

23   How now! what's the matter?

24   My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that,
25   look your grace, has struck the glove which your
26   majesty is take out of the helmet of Alencon.

27   My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow of
28   it; and he that I gave it to in change promised to
29   wear it in his cap: I promised to strike him, if he
30   did: I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I
31   have been as good as my word.

32   Your majesty hear now, saving your majesty's
33   manhood, what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy
34   knave it is: I hope your majesty is pear me
35   testimony and witness, and will avouchment, that
36   this is the glove of Alencon, that your majesty is
37   give me; in your conscience, now?

38   Give me thy glove, soldier: look, here is the
39   fellow of it.
40   'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike;
41   And thou hast given me most bitter terms.

42   An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it,
43   if there is any martial law in the world.

44   How canst thou make me satisfaction?

45   All offences, my lord, come from the heart: never
46   came any from mine that might offend your majesty.

47   It was ourself thou didst abuse.

48   Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to
49   me but as a common man; witness the night, your
50   garments, your lowliness; and what your highness
51   suffered under that shape, I beseech you take it for
52   your own fault and not mine: for had you been as I
53   took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I
54   beseech your highness, pardon me.

55   Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns,
56   And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow;
57   And wear it for an honour in thy cap
58   Till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns:
59   And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.

60   By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle
61   enough in his belly. Hold, there is twelve pence
62   for you; and I pray you to serve Got, and keep you
63   out of prawls, and prabbles' and quarrels, and
64   dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the better for you.

65   I will none of your money.

66   It is with a good will; I can tell you, it will
67   serve you to mend your shoes: come, wherefore should
68   you be so pashful? your shoes is not so good: 'tis
69   a good silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

70   Now, herald, are the dead number'd?

71   Here is the number of the slaughter'd French.

72   What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?

73   Charles Duke of Orleans, nephew to the king;
74   John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt:
75   Of other lords and barons, knights and squires,
76   Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.

77   This note doth tell me of ten thousand French
78   That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this number,
79   And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
80   One hundred twenty six: added to these,
81   Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
82   Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
83   Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:
84   So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
85   There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
86   The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, squires,
87   And gentlemen of blood and quality.
88   The names of those their nobles that lie dead:
89   Charles Delabreth, high constable of France;
90   Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France;
91   The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures;
92   Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dolphin,
93   John Duke of Alencon, Anthony Duke of Brabant,
94   The brother of the Duke of Burgundy,
95   And Edward Duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
96   Grandpre and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix,
97   Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale.
98   Here was a royal fellowship of death!
99   Where is the number of our English dead?
Herald shews him another paper
100  Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
101  Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire:
102  None else of name; and of all other men
103  But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here;
104  And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
105  Ascribe we all! When, without stratagem,
106  But in plain shock and even play of battle,
107  Was ever known so great and little loss
108  On one part and on the other? Take it, God,
109  For it is none but thine!

110  'Tis wonderful!

111  Come, go we in procession to the village.
112  And be it death proclaimed through our host
113  To boast of this or take the praise from God
114  Which is his only.

115  Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell
116  how many is killed?

117  Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgement,
118  That God fought for us.

119  Yes, my conscience, he did us great good.

120  Do we all holy rites;
121  Let there be sung 'Non nobis' and 'Te Deum;'
122  The dead with charity enclosed in clay:
123  And then to Calais; and to England then:
124  Where ne'er from France arrived more happy men.